The Son Of Ragnar

Gudrun explained what she had seen and Tyr kissed his teeth the moment he heard that she had seen him leave the room multiple times in his sickened state.

Tyr was sick but he was not incapacitated, Gudrun explained that it was almost like he was sleepwalking. But Tyr knew what this was, and he was conscious the whole time but she did not know where he went and did not bother asking him because that was the least of her worries.

"Thank you for telling me, Gudrun…" Tyr showed his gratitude, but he was curious if she was the only one to see him.

Gudrun smiled, she liked it when he praised her and she found it comforting to a certain degree but it did not beat her need to please her father.

"Where did you go?" Gudrun mustered up the courage to ask him and Tyr simply flashed her a smile.

"That is for me to know. Gudrun. Tell me about your father?" Tyr asked her and Gudrun was surprised by this sudden change in conversation. This is where she shut her mouth, there was no way she was going to betray her father or her clan.

Her face stiffened and the shaky aura around her ceased as she glared at Tyr.

Even Tyr knew he had crossed a line he was not supposed to and he quickly rephrased the question when he spotted her suspicious look.

"What is with the look? I need to know a bit about the man whose daughter I am going to make mine, don't you think?" Tyr asked with an innocent smile. Gudrun had misinterpreted it as him wanting information he had no business knowing about her father.

Gudrun, however, was done enjoying his company for one day and got up to her feet.

Tyr was glad he had this little conversation with her because now he had found a way to buy her silence.

Soon after she left, Nora made her way into the room but she looked rather worried and Tyr's social battery had run out. He was exhausted but he needed to suck it up because he cared about Nora to a certain degree.

Nora immediately hugged Tyr, and he was surprised by this gesture because he did not know when their relationship got this physical but he did not mind it.

"Are you okay?" Tyr was the one asking about her despite being the sick one.

Nora quickly collected herself, taking her hand off her Chieftain but Tyr knew he was not the only one she was worried about.

pαndα`noνɐ1~сoМ "I dropped a letter and Noa did not respond to it, I do not know what this means but I have a feeling something might have happened to them," Nora was most likely overreacting, or at least this was what Tyr thought.

"Have you considered that they might just be laying low after sneaking off in the night?" Tyr tried to keep the hysterical woman grounded.

"No, this is the first time this has happened and I cannot help but feel something is wrong," Nora nagged and Tyr wanted to jam a knife through his ears.

"It will be fine, Nora. You have my word," Tyr did not know what to say and was just throwing random words her way in hopes that one would reassure her, this struck gold.

Nora composed herself and Tyr was relieved but it was down to business.

"Nora, do you trust me?" Tyr asked out of the blue and Nora nodded without hesitation.

She trusted him, how could she not trust him besides she was also the only one that could communicate with the rest of the savages.

Tyr's plan was picking up steam and the next phase of his plan was about to begin, all the pieces were in place and Kolbeinn had unknowingly dropped his best pawn.

He had snuck out that night but no one knew what to do because when he came back, the fever took a hold of him implying he stayed out for longer than he would have liked.

This must have occurred when Gudrun slept, and everyone was drunk and passed out everywhere making it possible for this to happen.

"Now, for the main treat…" Tyr thought to himself.

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Gissur had asked a few of his men to stall the advancement of the Sturlungar clan even though he knew that they could not do much but he needed Sighvatur Sturluson or his son, Sturla.

This was his goal and he did not mind losing more men for this goal.

Gissur knew he could kill his son even though it would be difficult but now he had to worry about the prophecy from his wife rather, it would be more accurate to say he did not worry about the prophecy from his wife because he knew how to stop it.

"Chieftain! We have news! Sturla has joined the battle!" A man reported and Gissur's chapped lips cracked as an eerie grin creased his monstrous face, blood leaking into his mouth.

"What do you want us to do, Chieftain?" The man asked but Gissur's happy face creased as he stared the man down, gripping the hilt of his broadsword.

"If you kill everyone, you will have no one to lead, brother.." Njal stopped him from killing the man whose only sin was wanting to know their next move.

"NJAL!" Gissur exclaimed, clearly excited but he did not need to tell Njal why he was excited because he knew exactly why. Njal had overheard them talking and filled himself in.

Gissur's strategy had worked, and Njal was about to make sure one of the foundations of the Sturlungar clan falls because Sighvatur Sturluson was a monster, and with his son by his side, there was no way they could win and this was why they never attacked directly.

"I will go and bring the head of Sturla for you, brother." Njal took on this responsibility, but what he wanted to discuss with his brother was the ax he saw in their territory.

It had the insignia of the Ásbirningar clan embedded on it